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others: she looks so focused, I wonder what she is thinking about

me: I’m a gay sea otter. I blow other dudes out of the water

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i’m at the point in hyperfixation where the fact that i will never know him is becoming soul crushingly painful, besties ✌️

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I’m not done with [stand-up], I was done with it, like I was so tired of it. I could get back into it. 

But yeah… if I have something to say, I’ll get back up there, do a little dance.

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hi everyone i missed you i’m here for my manic stage now

@esmecullenappreciation @its-a-pygmy-puffle @openheart12

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bts of Bo for Promising Young Woman

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 New Chapter, Check it out! https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13923776/1/Before-the-Act

                       It’s surreal. I still can’t believe I’m back in L.A, and especially standing here in front of Bo after so many years. He’s so different and yet still exactly the same. My words “I miss you too,” still hang in the air and I can’t figure out what the energy is between us, but it’s growing thicker and thicker by the second. I feel like I’m going to drown.

“So, does your boyfriend know you’re here?” He asks after a few moments. His expression changes to pure, uncut arrogance. I know that expression on Bo’s face far too well and I HATE IT. All the gentle little feelings I have running through me just turned to parasites. I remain cool. “Yes, he knows. He’s working from home back in New York.” He nods vigorously, brows pulling together in mock interest. “Wonderful. Tell me, how does a janitor work from home?” I hate myself for laughing. “Actually, he’s a software developer.” “Gross.” He makes his way to the keyboard sitting front and center and starts pecking on keys to find the sound he’s looking for. “So, where’s Elle these days?” I ask loudly over the keys. He doesn’t bother looking up, “Since I’m busy, she’s quarantining with her sister in Maine.” He finally finds the key he’s been searching out and he sings:

She’s an award winning Author

Shacking up with a handsome young janitor

  “Software Developer!” I correct through a fit of laughter.

Oh, yeah – A software developer

But can he create an i-phone app

That will make his dick

just a little bit bigger.

He wraps it up, striking two final chords and I shake my head, trying to control my laughter as I walk up to him. He rakes his hair back, turning on the stool to face me.

“You’re such a bully.”

 “You like it,” he grins.

Keep reading

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BO BURNHAM  photographed by Kristen Norman (2018)

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if parasocial relationship bad why he so pretty, funny and smart ?

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Bo released Words Words Words when he was 9 guys what a prodigy

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imagine him, 6’5”, with a broom to small for him, sweeping up popcorn

someone on tik tok said they think Bo is hot in the way that they would have a crush on him if he was their co-worker… he’s hot now! he doesn’t have to be working at the movie theater with you to be hot lmao

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someone on tik tok said they think Bo is hot in the way that they would have a crush on him if he was their co-worker… he’s hot now! he doesn’t have to be working at the movie theater with you to be hot lmao

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me when I’m watching Inside in the theater with my friends and they don’t know i write smut about him on the internet

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been a bo burnham fan for years and finally watched INSIDE recently….its had a major toll on me

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she seems nice

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Bo Burnham’s 6 Emmy Nominations for “Inside”

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Problematically Desperate

Bo Burnham x Female Reader

18+ Only.

Disclaimer: For all intents and purposes Bo is a character in this work. I know people are iffy about writing FF about real people... what can I say. I'm problematic (she's a problem)

warnings: Smut, porn without plot, Fem reader, daddy k*nk (just as a nickname NOT dd/lg) , choking, sir k*nk, degrading k*nk, praise k*nk (?), fingering, oral (female receiving), vaginal sex. Dom!Bo (Bo is a switch so his dominance waivers), Possesive!Bo.

(This is what I imagine Bo to look like in this)

It was early afternoon when you were sitting at the kitchen table scrolling through Instagram and sipping on your coffee. The back door was open and you could hear the faint sound of your boyfriend playing music in the studio in your back yard. You knew better than to bother him because he was working on his new project. You tried to listen in and hear the words Bo was singing but you could only make out the pitch of his voice.

Suddenly the music stopped and you heard the door to the studio swing open. You peered out into the yard to see Bo making long strides through the grass. He was barefoot; you noticed as he stepped onto the deck.

“Can you come listen to this song I’m working on?” He asked from his place outside the screen door. His dark blonde hair was disheveled from him probably running his hand through it a hundred times. Nervous tick.

You tried to contain your surprise at his question. He wanted you to hear a song he was writing for his new special? He had been working on it for months and only ever asked for privacy while he wrote.

“You want me to hear it? In the studio? You want me to come listen to you play?” You shot out each question in befuddled, quick succession

Bo stifled a chuckle at your reaction “Yes, I’ve played it so many times I hate it and I need you to tell me if it sucks as bad as I’m afraid it does.”

“O-oh okay.” You said trying to contain your excitement as you hopped to your feet and pulled the screen door open.

Bo held out his hand to you and you took it as you shut the screen door behind you. You began walking through the grass with him.

When you approached the open door of the studio you saw equipment and cords littering the floor making the entire room look cluttered. You walked in the doorway and were careful to step over the equipment Bo had scattered everywhere. His hand slipped from yours as he went to sit at the keyboard he had set up.

“Okay.” Bo sighed. More to himself than you. He attempted to straighten out his posture to get into character. His fingers started working the keyboard and your ears were filled with a synth-pop sound rather than the classic piano sound Bo often used.

He began singing a song about being held accountable for his problematic behavior in the past. The song was dripping with a satirical tone as he asked God to forgive him. You listened intently and were thoroughly enjoying hearing him share this early version of the song with you but a short way into it Bo made a sound that instantly sent a hot feeling to your core.

He had moaned…loudly. And it wasn’t meant to be taken the way you took it but to be candid, you and Bo hadn’t had sex in weeks because of Bo’s dedication to working on his project, it just hadn’t come up. So the sound he made was more than enough to turn you on.

Immediately after he made the sound you had let out a startled “Oh my god.” It wasn’t loud but he had heard you, made obvious by the fact that he abruptly stopped playing.

Bo absolutely hated being interrupted when performing and he usually responded with purposely over-exaggerated anger and sarcasm to hecklers. But this wasn’t a gig and you weren’t a rude stranger yelling something at him.

When he stopped playing he looked up at you and his eyes changed when he saw you staring back at him, your pupils were blown and your thighs pressed tightly together as you tried to suppress the throbbing at your core. (just from hearing him moan in a satirical comedy song. You almost felt embarrassed for being so desperate)

A smirk played on his lips as realization hit him and his blue eyes darkened at the sight of you.

“Are you done now?” He asked referring to your outburst.

“I—uh— mhm I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” You stammered out, heat rising to your cheeks.

“Oh, but you did. And you know how I hate that.” He scolded.

Your heart was racing and it felt like it was going to burst when you realized Bo was using your interruption as the perfect opportunity to switch into the dominant role he sometimes played when you two were intimate.

“I’m sorry.” You said softly but instantly realized your mistake.

“What was that?” He asked as he pushed the keyboard gently to the side, out of the way.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” You corrected yourself.

“That’s better, come here.” He beckoned to you as he stayed sat in his chair.

You obliged and stood from your chair to meet him at his. He was so much taller than you that even sitting he was meeting your gaze straight on. His blue eyes looked hungry as he took in your figure. Once you were standing before him, biting your bottom lip, he motioned to his lap and ordered “Sit.”

You climbed on top of his lap to straddle him and the mere contact on your core had you lightheaded. You let out a desperate whimper from your place on his lap.

“That really did it for you didn’t it? Look at you, you’re a mess.” He said with pity in his voice and an arrogant smile playing on his lips.

“I’m sorry— I just— I can’t help it.” You breathed leaning forward to rest your head in the crook of his neck. His natural smell filled your nose and it was only further intoxicating you. His large hands came up to squeeze your hips and you moaned. You wanted to feel him inside of you so badly.

“I bet…” He mused “if I put my fingers inside of you right now you’d be fucking soaked.” He taunted in your ear.

You let out a broken moan at his words and the feeling of his breath on the shell of your ear.

“Let’s test that theory, hm?”

“Yes please, Sir please.” You begged

“Such a good little whore, asking so nicely.” He praised as his right hand came down to hook under your lounge shorts and graze over your clothed core.

“So wet for me.” He confirmed without even having to move your panties out of the way. You were soaked through the cotton material of your underwear. He gave you a few light strokes over your clothed clit to tease you. You were desperate for skin-to-skin contact and you were becoming a whimpering, quivering mess in his lap.

Being too desperate himself to tease you for much longer he hooked his index finger onto your panties to pull them to the side and run two fingers along your slick folds. You moaned loudly and bucked your hips into his fingers.

“Desperate slut.” He panted, clearly turned on by your reaction to him barely touching you.

“Only for me. You’re mine aren’t you?” He asked breathlessly in your ear.

“Yes, Sir. Only yours forever.” You started leaving open-mouthed kisses on his neck and he bucked his hips into you and let out a moan that had your pussy throbbing. He sunk two fingers into you curling and uncurling them before he started a brutal pace, shoving them in and out of you, hitting your g-spot immediately because of the position you were in on his lap.

“Ahhh, oh my god!” You moaned throwing your head back in ecstasy. Bo took the opportunity to lean forward and attach his lips to your neck. He sucked harshly at your sweet spot under your jaw. His fingers slowed their pace and he pulled them out of you to start rubbing small circles on your clit. The only sounds in the room were your lewd moans, Bo’s panting the wet sound your cunt was making as he fingered you.

“Fuck, Bo, that feels so good.” You whimpered.

“Yeah? are you gonna come for me, baby?” He asked. His left hand leaving your hip to slip under your t-shirt and palm your breast through your lace bra.

“Mhm. Want you to fuck me so hard.” You whined with your eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

“Not until you come for me.” He breathed.

Your climax was rapidly approaching as his fingers delicately worked your clit. You tilted your head forward to look straight on and saw that Bo was watching you. He was completely mesmerized by you and the blue of his iris was being swallowed by his pupils, blown out with lust. You crashed your lips to his. He moaned into your mouth and you took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth. He kept his pace on your clit as you kissed desperately, all teeth and tongue, and you were moaning into his mouth as your orgasm approached.

“Come, you fucking slut.” He ordered in between kisses. Bo knew his words would send you over the edge and he was right, you were practically screaming and convulsing on top of him as you came.

“Good girl.” He cooed as you came down from your high, still slightly shaking.

You leaned forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders and neck, you let your eyes fall closed with the exhaustion from coming so hard.

“Please fuck me.” You breathed.

Bo didn’t say a word, instead, he hooked his forearms under your thighs and easily stood up from his chair with you in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist to cling to him as he walked over to the red couch in the corner of the studio.

The couch was covered in sound equipment and a spare keyboard but Bo leaned over with you still clinging to him to push everything to the floor with one swipe of his arm. Everything that was on the couch went clambering to the floor with a crash and in perfect contrast, he set you gently down onto it. Your heart hitched in your throat when you realized how desperate Bo must be for you to show no care to his expensive equipment like that. He wanted you so badly.

Bo was kneeling on the floor in front of the couch where you sat when he started to tug at your shorts and underwear in an attempt to pull them down your thighs.

“Off.” He growled

You lifted yourself off the couch slightly to aid him and before you knew it he was tossing your shorts and panties across the room. You pulled your shirt off and over your head quickly. Leaving you in nothing but a lace bra.

Bo grabbed your thighs pulling you towards the edge of the couch in one fluid motion and you gasped at the speed at which he moved you. He started peppering kisses on the inside of your thighs.

“Bo” You whimpered “I already came, please.” you begged as his kisses were getting closer and closer to your dripping core.

Bo’s dark eyes shot open to make eye contact with you.

“I need to taste you.” He said desperately, all of his dominance melting away.

“I’m so sensitive, Bo, I don’t know if-“

“I’ll be gentle, Angel. I promise.” and your head felt light at the nickname.

You nodded fiercely, the look of his big blue eyes practically begging you making you feel like you could definitely come again.

With your approving nod, Bo ran his tongue along your already soaked pussy and you let out a squeal.

“Fuck.” He moaned into you and his tongue starting lapping at your clit.

“Oh my god, Bo! fuck!” You yelped

“Does it feel good, baby? Do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop please!” You moaned as you threw your head back onto the couch cushion. You brought your legs up to rest on his shoulders and that seemed to turn him on even more because his hands came to grip your thighs harshly and he moaned into you.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so good” He groaned.

Your hands came down to tangle in his dark blonde locks and you let out a whimper in response.

His tongue was doing sinful things. He was gently sucking and licking your clit, then he would bring his tongue down to your entrance and stick it inside of you, then he’d go back to gently licking your clit, being mindful that you were extra sensitive.

You looked down at him, his 6’5 (and a half) stature crouched down on his knees in front of the couch, bent over with his head between your thighs. The sight of him was driving you positively mad. His hair was entangled in your fingers and you began to tug him impossibly closer to your core as your second orgasm approached. You were writhing and squealing on the couch and his hands gripped your thighs harder as he attempted to hold you in place.

“Bo! BO! Oh fuck!” You squealed.

“mmm come for me again, Princess.” He breathed, continuing his work on your clit.

“Bo I’m gonna come!” You whined. You threw your head back and screwed your eyes shut as your release approached. More intense than the last one your head started to buzz as you bucked your hips into his face desperately chasing your climax. You were screaming profanities and sweet bliss washed over you as your body spasmed and ultimately relaxed in Bo’s grip.

Bo placed a gentle kiss on your clit and removed your legs from his shoulders so your feet lay flat on the floor. Your eyes remained closed but you heard him straighten up and heard the unmistakable sound of him undoing his belt.

Your core tightened and you bit your bottom lip in anticipation. You nearly whimpered when you heard the zipper to his jeans being undone.

You heard bo shimmying out of his pants and they hit the floor with a quiet thud.

Your eyes opened and your head lifted to look at Bo. Towering above you, naked from the waist down pumping his hard length with his right hand slowly. Looking at you like he was going to devour you.

You whined at the sight “Fuck me, Sir, please.”

“Turn over, ass in the air.” He demanded

You quickly obliged, getting on your knees on the couch and arching your back so your dripping cunt was on full display. You rested your arms on the top of the couch to steady yourself for what was to come.

Bo crawled over you, placing both of his knees outside yours on the sofa and he lined up his aching cock with your entrance. You were soaked with his saliva and your own cum so he was going to slide in easily but he decided to slowly insert the head of his large cock, earning a gasp from you. He pulled out and went back to just insert the head again, torturing you.

“For God's sake just fuck me!” You roared.

“Excuse me?” he pulled out all the way again and his large hand came around to wrap around your throat. “That’s not how my good little slut is supposed to behave.” He tutted as he applied pressure to the outside of your neck with his fingers.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You croaked “I’m so sorry please fuck me!” You cried. “I need your cock in me so bad it hurts. Please please I need it! I- ” You rambled and Bo brought his hand from your throat to stick his fingers in your mouth to silence you.

You began sucking his index and middle finger immediately without question and a deep moan escaped his throat from behind you.

“That’s better. Good girl” He praised and you felt the head of his cock prod at your entrance again.

Without any warning, he slammed into you. His entire length filling you to the brim. You let out a sharp cry and his fingers, dripping with your spit, fell from your mouth.

“Fuuuuuckk.” Bo growled “You’re so tight, baby. Feel so fucking good for me.” He praised and he pulled his hips back only to snap them back and fill you up again. Tears filled your eyes and as his massive length stretched you out but it hurt in such a pleasurable way. Something about him filling you up when you’d just come was mind-numbly hot.

“Ahhh! Oh my god!” You yelped as he began thrusting in and out of you. His large hands came to grip your hips, pulling you back and slamming you down on his dick.

“You make me so happy.” He breathed “Always so eager to let me fuck your tight little cunt.” He bent over to leave kisses on your spine as he pounded into you at a steady pace. “You’re such a good little whore for me.” He panted “Aren’t you?”

“Yes! I just want to make you feel good, Sir.” You whined

“You always make me feel so good, Princess.” Bo cooed.

He slowed his pace and was now sliding in and out of you slowly, rolling his hips into you in an attempt to keep himself from coming too fast.

A devious smirk he couldn’t see played on your lips as you flexed your pelvic muscles and squeezed him. You knew it would be hard for him not to cum with you squeezing him.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t- Don’t do that you’re gonna make me cum.” He said seriously, his dominant facade slipping. He had completely stopped his movement to gain some composure.

“Don’t do what?” You asked with mock innocence, squeezing him again.

“Shit, agh! That!” He yelped and doubled over his bare chest meeting your back. when had he taken his shirt off?

“But I can’t stop if I want you to fill me with cum.” You said with faux concern.

Bo fell silent for a second. Screwing his eyes shut to keep himself from blowing his load into you right then and there just from the sentence you spoke. He gained some composure and spoke:

“Oh yeah?” He breathed into your ear “You want Daddy to fill you up?” He asked as he started rocking his hips into you quickly. He wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you close as his hips bucked into yours. The slapping noise of his front hitting your ass filling the room along with his rough panting.

You were a bit taken aback by him referring to himself as 'Daddy' because he hadn’t done it before. But, you had secretly hoped to slip the nickname in one day during sex so you were more than happy to play along.

“Yes, Daddyyy please! fill me with cum!” You whined loudly, making sure to emphasize his new pet name.

“Oh Jesus fuck.” He growled “So fucking hot.” he pounded into you faster at the sound of you calling him Daddy.

“That’s what you were made for huh, Slut? to be filled with cum?” He growled and his thrusts became sloppy and desperate as he chased his release.

“Yes, Daddy that’s all I’m good for, to be fucked and filled by you, only you!”

“That’s right, my little cum-slut, you’re mine.” He moaned snapping his hips into you. “I’m gonna cum, baby” He whined

He gave a few more deep thrusts and he came. His dick twitching a sending his hot release deep inside you.

“Fucking hell” he panted laying himself onto your back once more. His cock still inside of you. you both stayed there for a minute, catching your breath.

“So, uh, You ready to hear the rest of the song?” He asked.

You both immediately burst out laughing.